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By oppression's woes and pains, By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be, shall be free.

Lay the proud usurpers low, Tyrants fall in every foe; Liberty's in every blow! Forward--let us do or dle.

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Highland Mary.

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Ye banks and braes, and streams around The Castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie: There simmer first unfaulds her robes, And there they langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel Of my dear Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk! How rich the hawthorn's blossom! As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours on angel-wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie;